
“You paid $4.00 for a cup of coffee??” the man states incredulously.
I can tell I am dealing with your less than typical redneck. After all, he is trying to swindle the newly divorced lady behind the counter out of a family heirloom.
My wife tells me ‘redneck’ is overused and I should nix the term for ‘good ol’ boy’. However, I remind her that: 1) rednecks don’t read my blog; 2) many rednecks we know can’t read; 3) most don’t know how to turn on a computer; 4) and even if they do, they think blogging is a German beer or an Olympic event.
The man questioning my soundness of mind is your typical redneck who never ventures far from home. He usually only knows a few routes and those are: to work, to the local bar, and to the local grocery store to buy beer.
His truck either has decals of women, a guy peeing on a Chevy/Ford/or-anything-he-doesn’t-like, or language I prefer not to use and often do not understand. (This is factual as I once asked a fellow worker what something meant and he stared at me in amazement and was too embarrassed to answer.)
Whatever the case, I look at the redneck (incognito as a redneck) and ask, “Have you tried one?”
He replies, “It’s just a cup of coffee, right?”
I smile, turn away muttering to myself, “Pearls before swine. Pearls before swine. Pearls . . .”
Starbucks is a great idea. I don’t care who first had the idea (Mr. Starbucks, Daddy Warbucks, or Mr. Greenjeans), I will be eternally grateful in this life.
Just leave my white chocolate mocha alone and everyone will live to see another day.